Cut Paper has always been a fascination of mine and found that I could tell stories with my creations.  I am now in the process of doing a book about my Grandmother's many stories as I was growing up.  I've enclosed some of the Art and excerpts from the book for your enjoyment.

Rolling Chair Days

.   Pop Pop worked for Shill Rolling Chair Company as dispatcher.  He supervised the rentals, assigned pushers (men who pushed the chairs) and was a great PR guy with the customers.  He liked his work, but it also placed a number of strong temptations in his path. 

            Temptations in the form of beautiful, single women, looking for a little attention.  They were drawn to the rolling chairs for rides, because it was a great way to get noticed.  My grandfather was a real ladies' man--he could never turn down a ladies offer. 

Blue Crush

I swam back out to catch another wave.  I reached a good distance out when I spotted a larger wave than I had ever seen before.  “Oh wow, this is going to be my best wave yet.”  As I paddled into place I heard a loud noise and turned towards the beach to see what all the fuss was about before making my last sprint out before the wave.  The lifeguard was blowing his whistle long and hard pointing at me?  The huge wave caught me off guard, coming down on top of me with crushing force.  It dragged me under in a twisting motion.  I was tossed around like a broken toy, hitting bottom, scraping my body along the sand, clamshells, and seaweed.  I held my breath for as long as I could; hoping the angry wave would give me up and spit me back on shore.  I broke the surface of churning foam gasping for breath only to be pulled under again by the next wave.  Bubbles raced before my eyes, the horrors of my dream came back to haunt me.  “No!” I screamed, hearing my own voice in a watery cry.  I touched bottom and pushed myself off of the sandy floor. Somehow I managed to escape the undercurrent and reached for the strong hands of the lifeguard, which were suddenly there.

       I was out of breath, battered, bruised, and feeling very embarrassed.  Billy ran over to me scared out of his wits.  I coughed, spitting up water as the lifeguards worked on me slapping my back.  "You little fool; I told you that the ocean was going to swallow you up.  You better listen damn it, when I blow my whistle!" the lifeguard yelled.  I just nodded and didn't answer.

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